Content warning: Voyeurism, Kissing & Self-Pleasure

You crashed over me.

I will not look up 'Clyde racecar driver'.  Nope. Nope. Nope.  My fingers betrayed me anyways and clicked "search".

The moment my phone showed a picture of William Clyde Elliott, II in his racing uniform, my heart stopped. Holy fuck did he look good and just like what bartender Jordan said, he was Mr. Popular. One photo of a girl on his arm was enough for me to toss my phone onto the bed and try to forget him.

I opened the glass sliding door off of my bedroom and walked out onto the back deck. It was furnished with soft-looking chairs and a small table. I turned on the radio that was on the table, looking for the familiar pop sound that I love, and sunk into the chair.

The sun finally made its appearance as it began to set in the sky. Hues of pink and purple danced on the surface of the ocean. This moment right here is the whole reason why I left New York behind. All the work, drama, and stress are a thousand miles away and I'm not having any of it while I'm in Daytona this week. I honestly couldn't even tell you when the last time I took more than 2 days off in a row was. I was head-deep into my career and didn't realize how burned out I actually was until my great-aunt asked me when I was last on a date.

I don't even remember when I was last kissed.

I sighed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head. I am not going there... at least not today. Who knows? Maybe I'll be lucky and meet some hot guy on the beach who would want to see what was underneath my suit.

Instinctively, my mind went straight to Clyde. He was not my hot guy to lust after and that was that.

I slouched down in my chair a little more, reached over to turn off the radio and closed my eyes. The lure of the ocean slowed down my heartbeat and erased the constant chatter in my mind. It was just me and the ocean and that was how I was going to spend the rest of my evening.

And then my belly rumbled.

Okay.

Food, and then just me and the ocean.

I stood up and stretched out the kinks in my shoulders from being shoved in the middle seat of my flight and then stopped short when my eyes saw movement from across the way.

I was frozen to the spot when I saw Clyde walk out of his Villa to an open shower on his back porch.

Completely naked.

I knew the moment I saw bare skin I should look away, but I couldn't. My eyes drank in every inch of his perfectly tanned skin as he began to shower. There wasn't a tan line... anywhere. I held my breath as he reached for his soap, squirted some into a cloth, and began to work up a lather.

My eyes hungrily followed his hand over the back of his neck, his chest, and down to his washboard abs. I swallowed when he went down further, my body heating up when I saw his hard member standing at attention.

Holy fuck.

I bit the inside of my lip as he wrapped his hand around himself. His back hit the sidewall, giving me a full view of his perfect body. I soft moan fell from my lips when his mouth fell open. I couldn't hear anything, but I could only imagine the noises he was making.

My breath hitched when his hand moved faster around his cσck, twisting and pulling. His hips moved with speed as he chased his σrgasm. It was right then that he shifted his head and opened his eyes.

Which locked with mine immediately.

A loud curse fell from his lips as he came undone... and he didn't look away.

I blinked out of my hypnotic stare and realized what I had just witnessed was not for me to see, but he didn't stop when he saw me, either.

A lazy smile spread over his lips as he resumed washing his body. "Join me next time!" He called over with that sweet southern laugh of his. I gasped, running back into the cottage, slamming the glass door shut, and pulling the curtains closed.

I sat on the edge of the bed trying to erase my mind from what I just saw but I couldn't. I was so turned on at this moment. There was a pool of wetness between my legs and an ache that wouldn't go away.

I couldn't stop my fingers from slipping underneath my shorts and I couldn't stop my mind from wondering what it would feel like to be dominated by Clyde. How good he would feel in my hands, my mouth, and in my pนssy. My σrgasm was quick and intense with flashes of him hovering over top of me.

He was invading all of my thoughts in a way a guy hasn't in forever.

I knew I was screwed when I kept touching myself after the first σrgasm and came a second time with his name on my lips. It was so effortlessly easy because fuck, he made it feel so good. 

I sent up a silent prayer thanking my lucky stars for putting me in this cottage but also cursed at the predicament I was suddenly in.

I wasn't sure if I could face him after watching him shower, but I knew avoidance wasn't going to work since he was my neighbor. Could I pretend this didn't happen? No, but I had to try. Especially when I walk into a little bungalow down the road for dinner and made eye contact with the man in question.

He nodded his head towards me and raised a beer to his lips. My eyes followed as his tongue darted out to lick the edge of the bottle before he wrapped his plush lips around it and downed the contents. I cursed when I realized I was holding my breath and felt the pool of wetness between my legs return.

"Ma'am," I blinked away from melted chocolate eyes to cold gray ones. The Hostess on duty glared at me when she realized who I was staring at. She rolled her eyes at me and huffed as she led me through the crowded bar, away from Clyde. "Here's the menu." She threw it down on the table and left. I stood there for a second when I realized she gave me the worst table in the place. My view was a bathroom door, not the ocean as the website said. I sighed, about to sit down when fingers brushed against mine.

"Sit me with me?" Clyde's southern accent washed over me like a wave crashing onto the shore. I took his hand and followed him.

I'd follow this man anywhere I realized.

**

I closed my eyes and groaned as juices and oozy cheese filled my mouth. "This is the best fucking burger I've ever had."

"Told you." I glanced over to where Clyde gave me a smug smile before he shoved a french fry into his mouth.

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me it was going to be this good." I moaned again while taking another bite. Clyde swallowed hard and stared right at me. It was the same look he gave me when he came in the shower a few hours ago.

Has it only been that long?

Today seems like a lifetime but I wouldn't trade any minute of it. From the drinks with bartender Jordan to meeting and realizing Clyde was semi-famous, from the relaxation on my back patio to watch this man in front of me bring himself to ecstasy. I knew today was going to be one for the record books, so when he asked me to sit with him, I didn't think twice about it.

"Soo...?" When he didn't go on I realized he was asking for my name.

"Ivy Lynn." He gave me a huge smile.

"Ivy," he cocked his head, "wanna try again and tell me what brought you to Daytona? Clearly, you're not here for the race, how appalling that would be if you went." How sarcastic.

"Why would I pay to watch cars go around in circles when I feel like that's how my life is?" I didn't mean to get real with him, but I watched his reaction.

"Life doesn't have to resemble a race, although it does feel like it when things get thrown at you like a caution or a penalty of some sort." His eyes went out of focus for a second before they blinked back hereto.

"Where did you just go?" I found myself asking. "I mean, never mind. It's none of my business." I took a swig of my Belgian beer and popped a fry in my mouth.

"Let's just say, it's not all left turns and checkered flags."

"Then why be in the sport?"

"It's in my blood." Clyde tilted his head to the side and on the wall next to us was a huge mirage of racing moments. The one he pointed at was in black and white, the driver wore a suit similar to Clyde's with the elegant script of "Elliott" on his waist.

It was at that moment when I felt bad for him, the way he worded his response made me think he had no other choice. The conversation dropped when a little girl no older than 10 came up to him holding a little racecar. She asked for his autograph and gushed when he obliged.

"So, tell me about Ivy from New York, who is decidedly not here for the race." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why do you keep bringing it up?" Clyde gave me a pantie-dropping smile and raised his eyebrows. When I realized he wasn't going to answer, I huffed and took another bite of my burger, and moaned louder than before. He started choking and coughing and I gave him a pointed glare like two can play at this game.

Then I started telling him about myself; my job in publications, and how it was a blessing and a curse. I loved the hard work that came with it, the traveling, and the new cities I get to go to when we sign a new author to our publications house. Even though my job meant I was surrounded by manuscripts, I still firmly believe books were my only getaways in life. And boybands, I'm a sucker for them and I will never grow out of that. I also tell Clyde how I only drink iced coffee and that shit at Starbucks is not worth the price. I end up going on a tangent about hipsters and how they ruined avocados for me. Really? On toast?? And that international beer is the only beer.

I didn't realize how much gabbing I was doing until his plate was completely cleared off and his second bottle of beer was empty.

"I'm sorry," I bit my lip to shut my mouth.

"Don't be," he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, because they stared right at my mouth. "Um, you wanna get out of here?" Clyde blinked away while pulling out his wallet.

"You don't have to." He laid a $50 down anyways and hopped off his seat and extended his hand out for mine.

"You can pay next time." Next time, I mused and took his hand as he lead me out of the bar.

**

I felt truly alive for the first time in years. I had no worries, no deadlines, and I had a really cute boy following me down to the ocean's edge. I kicked off my flip-flops and ran into the warm water, laughing when a wave almost pushed me over. I ran and kicked my feet up and just enjoyed life at this moment.

I stopped when a flash of lightning from a nearby storm scattered across the sky, and right on cue, thunder followed. "Have you ever seen anything more breathtaking?" I looked over my shoulder to see Clyde with his hands in his pockets as he stared right at me.

"I haven't seen anything so beautiful." He stalked up to me at that moment, taking my face in his hands, and kissed me.

Thunder crashed all around us as Clyde deepened the kiss. I melted against him, falling and falling until he caught me. It was just us two at this moment; both of us were taking what we wanted and giving so much more.

This is how first kisses were supposed to be; magical and spontaneous.

I was breathless when he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine, his thumbs softly rubbing my cheeks. His nose brushed against mine and I could feel his eyelashes against my skin. I kissed him this time, licking my way into his mouth until I tasted the bitterness of his beer and the sweetness that was just him.

I wanted so much more, but Mother Nature had different plans.

I yelped in surprise when the skies opened up. Within seconds, both Clyde and I were drenched. We both laughed, grabbing each other's hands and running back to his Villa. He swirls me around so my back hit the marble pillar of his back patio.

"Spend the day with me tomorrow," Clyde whispered, grabbing my other hand and interlocking his fingers. I looked up at him and smiled and boy did my heart do a little swoop when I saw how huge his smile was.

"Clyde," I sighed.

"Call me Chase," he said as his forehead rested on mine, his heavy breathing on my lips.

"Chase," I whispered into the night.

"Ivy," he whispered back, pressing his lips against mine. "I'll pick you up at 7, okay?" I nodded my head against him as he kissed me again and again and again.